If a tinker were my trade would you still find me?
Carrying the pots I made, following behind me

(C)Save my love through (D)loneliness, (C)save my love through (D)sorrow
(D)I give you my (C)onlyness, (G)give me your to(D)morrow.

If I worked my hands in wood oh would you still love me?
Answer me babe, "Yes, I would, I'll put you above me"

If a miller were my trade I'd a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colour box? Your soft shoes shining?

Save my love through loneliness, save my love through sorrow
I give you my onlyness, give me your tomorrow.